W A K T U
6 | Tired; Sweaty.

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I'mtired.

I mean, super-mega-am-very-tired.

I mean, it was so exhausting that maybe I could pass out.

Too many bouts of feeling lately.

I have twice dreamed of going back to the porch of the past, when the floors of the house were still dominated by wood. When the rivers across are still flowing clear. When the other kids invited me to play kites, or bike racing, or plunge me into the pond - even though I admit I never could swim until now.

When the river was always visited at dusk anchored while humming, "Senja docked, the sun threw away the anchor. We sweat, we can't complain."

When Edgar was always waiting for me on the porch or coming to pick me up at school with my dad. Then we would take a walk in the city park until Maghrib came.

When Edgar spilled chocolate milk in front of me and wept at my mother and accused me of a heinous thing - according to Edgar - it was only because I refused his invitation to play.

And when a loud whisper came out in the classroom. Everybody talk to each other. Except me. Everyone has friends. Except me.

The cynical look and irritated tone of speech still irritated my ears. I was even afraid to sit in front of the class thinking that everyone would stare behind me.

I want to laugh. How silly my childhood was. Too ironic. Sad at school, too happy at home. After laughing I could even ask, "Where's the funny place?"

I miss.

I miss everything.

Including his pain and fear.

I laughed alone in the main corridor of the school. Some people glanced at me and frowned, I don't care.

In fact, I could have hit my head against a nearby pillar.

Okay, maybe this is too much. But this really frustrates me.

After all the flashes of memories and attacks of those feelings came, a real surprise trailed with a feeling of innocence.

I need to sue the universe for this.

That morning, everyone asked me about my name, my ideals, the person I was estimating, and the physics formula.

Physics formula.

Ms. Laksmi - who has a hobby of fanfare about me and all the ranks - carefully approached my desk and asked: "You've already memorized the multiplication of one to nine, right, Edel?"

"Huh?" I gawked, "What do you mean, huh, Mom?"

Ms. Laksmi was surprised. The beautiful woman played her finger, embarrassed. However, I can see great relief in his black bead, "Emm.. That's.. Yesterday you didn't understand all the formulas I wrote. You don't even know how to multiply hundreds,"

I was silent for a moment.

When's?

When's?

WHEN??!!

Then, today Ran and Sekar pressed his hand against my forehead as I reached the classroom door. I frowned, "Ngapain lo? I didn't see the eagle" I said. About the Eagle we will talk about later.

The two creatures rubbed his chest, relieved. Ran patted my back, "Gue was moved. You are not caught anymore. We thought you were luoa's memory."

"We, not us. Bede," I said sharply. There are always people who cannot distinguish the words 'we' and 'us' or 'change' and 'change', sometimes there I feel annoyed, "Continue? Persambet? Nani?"

Suddenly Nia shouted from the outside, "Ck, you don't understand yesterday. Lo it's wrong class, want to get into his class Dusk. Trus, you forgot all of us," I'm picking at this girl. We, not us.

Nia shrugged her shoulders no matter how much, "Keep you forgot all the formula, all the material, Bu Laksmi same Bu Tuti until confused seven GBK field circumference!" he said with big eyes.

I scratched the tip of the head. Too silly to hear, "Bu Tuti same Bu Laksmi .. not really around GBK, right?" many finally.

Nia pressed her hands together, as if to squeeze my face, "Yes notaklahhhh, Edel sayanggg ... Yesterday was weird. Don't know me anymore."

At recess, Ms. Tuti called me to the teacher's room to question my answer on the retrial yesterday. He thinks my answer is too strange and irrelevant. I think so too.

How can transverse waves be answered using the solar composition theory?

The writing is also ugly, large and can not distinguish the sign 'x' and times. Definitely not mine. However, Ms. Tuti insisted on saying that it was mine.

Finally, "I'd like a break, Mom."

I'm still walking gontai towards the canteen. The pillars of the corridor were still teasing me to bang my head there. I want to, but I'm ashamed.

Stomach heartburn.

I just realized I haven't eaten since yesterday afternoon. After returning home I immediately did a pile of tasks with joy. It's only two pages. The answer, asked to make an analysis of as many as twelve sheets.

I circulated my gaze, this canteen is too crowded with humans. My head is starting to feel dizzy. The buzzing sounds of dozens of successful students added to my creak.

I had to hurry up and buy some food and run to the back yard of the school.

Damn, my legs started to shake. I had to walk by holding the canteen wall.

Shit, they all brought their own provisions again. I also have to go to the perpus, to the teacher's room again. Shit, I swear in my heart. Feeling kesl with Sekar, Ran, Nia, or four other creatures.

Cussing in the heart was not helpful enough for the current situation. Sweat, heat, and the crowds of the canteen added to the frequency of the fireflies in my head.

I'm too tired.

Maybe, it'll faint here.

"Edles?" a voice interrupted my mind. I glanced slightly towards the source of the sound. Looking up and looking around for the master only added to my sense of urgency, "Elo what?"

I feel like cursing.

To the cafeteria to do more besides eating ... Very clever. Supposedly, I could kick his calf and lecture him to that classic question.

Too bad, my physical and my mind are not feeling right now. So, I chose to shut up and close my eyes.

"E-eh, you're a really big face!" the baritone's voice was very close now. I opened my eyes, Dusk comparing the temperature of my forehead to his forehead. He's t-e-r-l-a-l-u-d-e-k-a-t.

Swear, yeah. I again gini even got to spray people who are eleven-twelve equal mother.

I clucked, "Ngapain is also lo deket-deket gini," I pushed his body away.

Unfortunately, I lost my balance and fell in the middle of the cafeteria disrespectfully.

"Eh? EH?! EDELS?! Gosh," Dusk immediately came up to me and pulled my body before all the humans in the cafeteria laughed at me.

Dusk took me in his carrier, "UKS first. Later I anter chicken noodles dumpling in front of you," he said. His voice was much heavier and deeper for a Dusk. This young man is worried.

Oh, really. Is this what it feels like to be worried about someone?

However, I can only smile weakly. Not nodding or asserting.

Dusk looked at me, "Lo ain't pa-pa, is he?"

Suddenly the shadow of five people approached me. I could not look up because I was afraid. Katarine's voice was too full of emphasis.

"You know? I should be the representative to read poetry for the class," he said pointing at me angrily, "You didn't suddenly come forward to read that ugly poem in front of Miss Tari earlier!"

I cower. This guy is too ambitious to be 'queen' and be number one for everything.

Unfortunately, I was too cowardly to fight him. I just had to give in and bow as he waved from the stage I was supposed to be sitting on.

Until Katarine messes up her own stage by stepping on the microphone cable and her little paper is caught by the jury.

End today with Katarine, Vivin, Valen, Citra, and Fira preventing me from coming home.

I can even think of other bad things before them ...

"Don't!!!" suddenly shouted.

I opened my eyes, the dizziness started to feel and my whole body was shaking violently.

"Edles? Edel doesn't pa-pa me here," Dusk tightened his embrace.

And that became the last sentence before the dark took hold of me.

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Tastes tender.

Maybe I can break myself down in a few minutes. I can't believe UKS school has a mattress like this. I rarely visit the UKS, so don't know.

I was ready to kiss with a dream when the noises disturbed me.

"Water! The water!"

"That's the same head as a knee bleeding splinter in plaster!"

"Ck, this hot-hot even told to run."

"That's a spit, brother!"

I opened my eyes slowly. A lot of people are covering me. It sounds like a bee hum.

There was a UKS guard who touched my forehead, like a upperclassman.

There are other students who. Why are Katarine and Vivin there?!

Katarine approached me, putting on a hardened face. Ck, he once had the talent of using his face as a thousand-face mask.

"Aren't you pa-pa, Edel?" tanyakanya.

I'm starting to feel heartburn again. Mukai cannot distinguish between reality, dreams, and prolonged hallucinations.

Don't tell me that I'm an elementary school student now?

Oh, universe, what am I wrong?

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Tbc.

Sorry for the post:"((

Bonus: Poetry Edel time in front of class:)

Mentari

The light was yellowing the box buildings in the middle of the city

It's too hot, too hot,

Too scorching.

That twilight blinded the eyes of a thousand colors

Too red, too,

Too lit.

But dawn always comes at the beginning

Enthrall

Your smile is brighter in the morning

That day, that day,

I thought, All mornings always encourage your day, afternoon, and night.

- Edelweis Alpha.

(Too good for 3rd graders:"")

Does anyone know what poetry means?